Sanjukta Nag

Morning Call - Poem by Sanjukta Nag

Curtains soaked with the yellow of sun, Sudden symphony of an awakened alarm, Drag the slumber from corners ofThe intoxicated eyes of a poet.And place an intense whisper on theEdges of his fortunate palms, “Hold the pen now to brighten the day.”

Comments about Morning Call by Sanjukta Nag

Morning sun stands witness to the enchanting call at the poet's door who would like to hold the pen for another productive move. An amazing quote:
Drag the slumber from corners of / The intoxicated eyes of a poet(Report)Reply

OUTSTANDING..Soaked in your beautiful thoughts......Like Curtains soaked with the yellow of sun
Bell of your poem ringing to wake-up and read and
We open your profile page to check your fresh and awesome poem...............Wonderful poem...100+++(Report)Reply

The emotions of a poet intoxicate him when absorbed in flight of his imagery. It can be morning, night, evening or afternoon. For him at that particular moment time stands still.
Nice poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.(Report)Reply